Nonetheless I had to go, even if I would have made better butter if I stayed and moved after the night fell over. The night had an uneasiness that would have abridged scornful attitudes from beings as to why be me still here; or maybe that’s what I think. Paradoxically to envisage the inner feeling of disgrace has a much more intuitive way of guiding actions. Am I glad; I talked myself out from staying. I felt like a deer with a broken leg; can’t run, can’t hide, but stayed accepting that was given in abundance. Invariably I began to enjoy, like always.
       I watched Signs on the weekend, I insisted on what the movie is about saying that it is not about aliens. But the nincompoopish lot had their way of defying ideas, which annoyed me. When Merrill asks Graham about those 14 lights…
It is that each one of us wants to believe what we have thought about things, it is ironic that some beings cannot see. They don’t want to go beyond the nerve endings. I like Merrill though… Maybe I am him?
Today’s cruise: